Which Reminds Me

Yes, as a principle, generally speaking, I think that it is probably a good thing that there are some religious television channels that are broadcasting some programming of a religious nature around the clock. That said, few are such programs that I would ever watch. I do not wish myself to get involved in their horrid scandals of no concern to me. They have no job that I would want. They are the most repugnantly boring persons to my way of thinking, always blah blah blah, always "Behind the Scenes,", never anything real that matters. So why are they constantly yapping about me and wanting me to go there and continually harassing me? I think that they should mail me a check signaling their apologies and intention to top harassing me.

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Yes, I tried to be nice to those little Canadian peasants, but they were so mean to me, always so riled up about nothing much, and I don't see that ever changing, only more of the same and even worse. So I really see no reason for me to discuss this with them and their interposed intermediary bridge of no use to me. I need a new life with new people who are not so dead set against me before I even open my mouth in the first place. Or else I could die. Yes, the latter option would be so much easier. But then again this gift of time might be something not to waste on useless dialogues with utterly boring yappy dogs named Stephanie. Scotland has its low-level peasant trash just like everywhere, right/ Needless to say.

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Yes, there you go again reminding me of the existence of Raymond. I really don't much care, but I do think that I might remember that in high school that it might have been maybe Raymond who, during the poetry analysis of rock lyrics sessions in English class, presented Led Zeppelin's classic, "Stairway to Heaven," in which the lyrics describe that lady who thinks that money will buy her everything. Oh, was he taking about a particular person? I really wouldn't know. Odds are that there might be many gold-digging women who might fit that description, especially in New York. That is how many superficial rich people are, all tempest in a teapot and not much else. But that was no concern of mine.

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Yes, I have noticed how you rant and rave about chokeholds, even though you really have no place to be complaining about that, given that you are more guilty of that than anyone else and also you started that game. The chokehold is the biggest weapon in your arsenal which explains why some people will never talk to you again in this lifetime, in case you were wondering. Needless to say.

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Yes, I do vaguely remember that probably newspaper editors would not favor the expression of "a lot of this" or "a lot of that" because it seems too vernacular or casual, but of course sometimes it is easier to use these conversational terms because regular people understand what you mean, even if finicky grammarians might not approve.

And also, I have no idea why the people of Ohio or somebody always seem to be chattering about a "lot." I really have no idea what that means or why should care.

Substituting wrong words for right words to obscure the meaning does nothing to clarify this matter.

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Yes, the thought has often crossed my mind, of whether, if we were to bug and tap Darren Drake of the Musicians Guild, and a cousin of the Buenos to some degree, as we have recently learned, and put a microphone to his private thoughts, whether we might not hear a bitter tirade similar to what is emanating from your own mouth. But no good thing ever comes out of North Dakota, experience seems to say. They seem to live in an alternate universe up there in the Scandinavian Territories.

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Yes, I thought that we had already pondered and dispatched the problem of the disgusting Stephanie chatterbox roadblock in a more humane and tactful way long ago. But there you go again, fishing for more of what I had completely forgotten about. There is a point where I cannot deal with that anymore, I just have to kick Stephanie to the curb because there was nothing nice and polite to say about that, that I should trouble myself with further thought about Stephanie, who anyway was refusing to say hello to me, and time is short, and I have to get on with my life.